Home for the holidays!

So I'm home finally. And as any member of an on-again off-again disfunctional family will tell you, the holidays are a scary scary time. They usually offer stress, fighting, dissapointment and you get that feeling that a large piano should fall on your head or you should be shumshed by a semi....or maybe a semi filled with pianos, each of them falling on you at once. But SUPRISE! This holiday season hasn't been so bad. There were presents, glee, and we were about 2 steps away from looking like a Tv special. You know the ones, with Bing Crosby singing to his fake kids who all look eerily alike. But me and my brother put an abrupt stop to that. We mumbled stuff under our breaths, made fun of all family members alike (especially each other) and chatted heartily. The good thing about holidays is, there is this magic about it. Family is around and for some reason over joyed to actually see you, the food makes people happy, and I'm sure anti-depressants have something to do with it. The weather wasn't exactly wintery...more British than anything else, but it was good all around.
Then it set in...dreadfully so. The family started annoying you. You looked at them weird as the glimmer of normalcy died, and in came judgement. What good is any family without a good ol' fashioned grilling of ones life. What are you gonna do with your life? When are you going to graduate? Why are you with so and so when the other so and so is better? So you suddenly feel trapped, like Guatanamo Bay is the holiday fucking inn. Why is that? I dealt with these people for 18 years straight and suddenly spending two weeks with them is a fate worse than death. I wonder...
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Finals and Hurricanes...a deadly combination...really

It's that time again. Finals time...
room closing in, seeing bright light, murder after with ax....can't run, only...in...slow....motion.
Yeah...anxiety with a shot of elation. It's more stressful for some than others...for me, it's my entire future...and it's lookin' pretty bad. But eh, I'll live. Let's talk about you! Or the world at least.

I think the world is self destructing. Call me paranoid...call me Sally if ya want, but it's true. This bitter fuckin' winter cold is killin' me. Check out your local weather...COLD, icy, car crash...cue picture of car crash, stranded motorists...followed by a delightful little joke...oh look at the snow, the kids will enjoy that...cue kids with sleds, smiling! Tsunamis, Hurricanes, Tornados...all at record highs. It's scary....global warming will kill us all. The salt in the Atlantic ocean keeps us warm...this is why we're not Sybyria (who can spell these days?) which is actually north of us./ True story..yeah look it up! So get ready kids...it's about to be real cold up in this bitch.

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Like a Virgin, I'm kinda nervous....but mostly excited

So here I am...stewing over what's in my head. I feel angry, lonely, and a little hungry, so I thought I might start a blog. My first post will be an interesting one, to go with the heading I feel like a virgin. Unsure of what to do, but havin' a definitive purpose in mind. So here it is.

This Just In!: Carroll College Sucks!! Many of you might have noticed that the state of affairs at Carroll is quite dire. The fun is systematically being sucked out of this school at an ever increasing pace. When I started at Carroll a mere 2 and a half year ago, the party scene was pretty much what I expected for a college....crazy. On any given Saturday, you had as many as 7 parties to choose from....7! The smallest amount was 2. Homecoming was the biggest partying time of the year (Spring Fling exempt), with as I remember about 10 parties to go to. The cool thing to do was party hop, going from one house to another, stating "This place is dead anyways man" as your friends asked to leave. The common scene of 20 or so freshman staggering back to their dorms across overflow was my favorite event to watch. The best is when one drunk girl was carrying another, while this creepy dude following them home stared at their asses. I still laugh when I think about hearing those same two girls at brunch the next morning about how they both rejected him. I know what you're thinking, that guy isn't me...my rejection stories are much worse. But I regress, basically what I'm trying to say is that the party scene was out of control. Not like "call the cops" crazy...it was like "I can't believe that just fuckin' happened!" crazy. Carroll is a much different place now. Parties are being cracked down on so it is less and less lucritive to throw a party. The fines are astronomical! Add to that, the college supposedly gave a list of houses where Carroll students live to the police to watch for parties. Now, on a given Saturday, you'll have one, maybe two parties....if any. What happened to the days of streaking accross the quad, or drinking until you forgot who you made out with the night before. THAT is what college is all about! Not this Brady bunch bullshit.

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